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sass-squat · 1 year
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Part 8 of the Linked Universe Winged Au (LUWAU)! After an eternity we've finally got our boy, Warriors!
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Starting off strong with a silly little bird fact, did you know that Blue Jays aren't actually blue? Blue Jay feathers have a brown pigment and their iconic blue color is actually a trick of the light! This is due to a trick called, "light scattering" and it occurs when every color passes through the feathers EXCEPT blue. In other words, only the blue color is reflected so your eyes will see blue.
Anyways! This fact was completely irrelevant for why I chose a Blue Jay for Warriors but it was cool so I had to share it. Also because I really wanted Warriors to be some sort of blue bird and a quick Google search told me that Blue Jays aren't even technically blue and I just about died inside.
But in all seriousness, aside from color schemes, the main reason Warriors is a Blue Jay in this winged au is because they are well known for their incredible intelligence. Warriors is a smart man, and a military leader and strategist on top of that, so I believe that these traits really got to be showcased in the tendencies and habits of Blue Jays!
One example of these strategies is how Blue Jays are oftentimes an alarm system for other birds because they imitate the sound of hawks, thus protecting other birds from predators by giving them an early warning. Warriors is one of the oldest members of the chain and as such, he takes his job very seriously when it comes to ensuring their safety and will go to great measures to protect them. Because of this, in my au he is almost always the first to volunteer for night watches as he is the one most likely to spot danger before it spots them.
On top of their intelligence, Blue Jays are also well known for their complex social systems and tight family bonds. If Time is the Dad of the group and Twilight is the big brother, then Warriors is the Uncle. While he usually showcases how much he cares through his subtle strategies and protective nature, he also shows it by teasing the others and willingly being the butt of their jokes in return. Their laughter and happiness are just as important as their physical safety after all.
Anyways! That's got to be all for now folks! Thank you all again for your kind words! Our resident old man Time will be coming up next to wrap up the first drawings of the chain! After Time is done, there will be various content of other characters outside the chain along with more art of the chains dynamics and shenanigans! If you have any requests for who or what you would like to see next feel free to reach out! Thank you all again!
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pixiemage · 8 months
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For a story I can't yet share the details of...
Jimmy and Scott separated because of poor timing, belated poor chemistry at the time, and other issues that arose where Scott had to turn more of his attention elsewhere and to other matters than toward Jimmy. So Jimmy left (which was the correct choice at the time), and - a while later - ends up meeting, befriending, and later getting together with Tango. Tango, at some point after this, convinces Jimmy to go talk to Scott again because Jimmy's still torn up about how that ended, he and Scott haven't spoken since, and talking it over would help clear the air and gain some sense of closure, perhaps for both of them.
So I have two paths I could take here...
A) Jimmy goes to talk to Scott, they mend fences, heal broken hearts, and find common ground again. They find that they work so much better as close friends, and they're able to support each other and be there for each other in ways that don't need to be romantic to still be worthwhile. Jimmy finds he meshes better with fire rather than ice (Tango instead of Scott), but the worth of his and Scott's relationship is still there no matter what. (Breaking up doesn't always mean breaking apart)
B) When Jimmy goes to talk to Scott, it's not just Jimmy that's been aching over the past. They mend things, forgive mistakes, and carry on...but in this instance, they find that timing, more than anything, was the main problem they had in the first place. They're both in a better position to try being together again, and Tango is fully supportive of that. Fire and ice balance each other out after all, don't they? (And Jimmy has two hands)
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summertimemusician · 6 months
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It really was a love story to remember.
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tathrin · 1 year
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I’ve been working on that LotR Zombie AU that I talked about a while ago, and it’s been fun! I’m actually several chapters in, and still enjoying it mightily, so I’ll hopefully start actually posting it soon but.
I keep going back-and-forth on whether or not I want to include this chapter or not. It’s pure exposition scene-setting, and while I enjoyed writing it and it was very helpful initially when I was figuring out the background for it all, it’s mostly exposition that gets covered better in other places now.
And I just can’t find a good place to insert it. I keep moving it around in between other chapters, and every time I’m like “yes, there, it fits there”...until I change my mind and move it again. So I think it might be time to just admit that it doesn’t fit anywhere, and cut it completely.
But before I do that, I figure I might as well share it with all of you:
It started, at least in Mirkwood, when the king came home. He was dead, of course; had been dead for three thousand years at that point. The world had changed so much in the years since his death that he would have barely recognized it—had he been conscious enough to see the lands he walked through. But he wasn't; he was dead.
He was Dead, and the Dead followed after.
Oropher, and Gilthawen, and Rhosslas, and Teithion, and Hebinastor, and all the others who had died with their king in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. It started when the dead came home.
Their bodies should have rotted away to nothing long ago, nothing but the ghosts of dead faces staring up unseeing forever out of the fetid waters. They should have; but the Necromancer who had ruled that dark land, who had clawed his way out of his own grave more than once before, had left a mark on Mordor too deep to be erased even by his own destruction.
He had been a craftsman, after all, that maia once called Sauron and once called Mairon and even, once, named Annatar. He had been a craftsman, and his favorite medium was souls.
Perhaps someone should have worried more about those bodies in the Dead Marshes outside the land of Mordor. Perhaps someone should have worried sooner about the way their faces did not fade from the foul waters, even when their flesh was centuries gone.
Perhaps someone should have remembered that “Necromancer” had been one of the names by which he had been known, too. Perhaps someone should have remembered why.
The bodies in the Dead Marshes had drained to dust and rot centuries ago, leaving nothing but dead echoes rippling in the water. But that water lay outside a Necromancer's lair, in lands that had been long poisoned by his arts. Dead and gone they were, those Men and Dwarves and Elves and Orcs who had died fighting there so long ago; dead and gone and rotting…
But even dead, the echoes of their souls endured. Trapped, corrupted, their spirits rotting from within, they endured. And, eventually, they Rose.
The Risen Dead were no army to be commanded by the Wraiths who held dominion over the ruin of Mordor now. Their unliving corpses were driven only by hunger for life, for flesh.
Many of the Dead eventually followed the smell and sound and flickering lights of a great city to Minas Tirith, and there they fell on the white walls of Gondor's great capital first in a trickle and then as a tide. By the time the city knew to shut its gates, death was already inside the walls. An army of the dead stands there now—frothing and snapping, moaning with mindless hunger—outside the walls they cannot breach, while the few who slipped inside before the gates were shut lurch and spread through the winding tiers of the city so that Minas Tirith rots from within.
Others scattered, wandering off in whatever direction their lifeless eyes turned to in pursuit of any whisper of life that caught their senseless attention enough to draw them onwards. The Dead are everywhere now, found far beyond the reach of the rotting legs of those first corpses, for their infection spreads even faster than they do: it passes silently through air and water, undetected, not strong enough to kill…but inescapable, too. Now those dead who die in Middle-earth by other means Rise as well, and they spread the infection ever onwards in a growing wave of corpses and moans.
But Oropher…Oropher came back to Mirkwood.
Some said it was Dol Guldur looming like a lodestone, drawing the Dead. Others said it was because even in death, the forest still called her old king home.
Whatever the reason, he came, and Death followed with him.
Oropher came home, and the Rising began.
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whysamwhy123 · 8 months
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LOL, what if I tried to overcome my inability to write smut by writing an unimaginably self-indulgent fic based on a fucking manga series that I was obsessed with Back in the Day that nobody knows and nobody would care but it also wouldn't matter because I'd just be writing it for me and it would just be pure pornography and trashy as hell and I probably wouldn't dare show it to anyone else, let alone post it but maybe it would help me get over some of my insecurities about writing or maybe it would just make them worse and be a waste of time and what am I doing, shut the fuck up, Sam, LOL
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putuponpercy · 2 years
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doodled ex-engine Edward trying a cookie for the first time last night and felt like doodling a couple more today
Edward hugging a plushie as requested on discord and a lil baby Redward because I’ve been itching to draw him again
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spacenintendogs · 6 months
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ok now that that fic is updated i can truly focus on snotstrid (romantic)
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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years
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Don’t go where I can’t follow…
Not SamFro!
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now that the weapons beta is over, here's just a few more fancy shots of temp characters left over from the event.
Pact Admiral Trin (Human Daredevil) Eimear the Sharp (Sylvari Mirage) Protector Glonn (Asura Willbender)
and under the cut, all the betas on the character select screen:
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nny11writes · 2 years
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No six sentence sunday today, have a silly wip idea that I do not know enough about and do not have the time to research to write it lol.
She Ra, Modern AU, College AU, either glitra or general, G or T rating
Glimmer does contact juggling, she learned as a kid because she thought it looked super magical and really kicked her fairy costumes up a notch at the ren faire (look me in the eyes and tell me that Bow does not go to ren faires, he would absolutely go and do archery demos/play his lute). It’s a fun hobby, and when she finally moves out of the house to go to college she feels super lonely.  Glimmer chose to not go to the private school her mom picked out specifically to be more “normal” and to follow her only friend. But Bow is busy all the time now with his major and new extracurriculars, and no amount of him inviting her will let Glimmer enjoy the experience of a robot club not building battle bots. She eventually finds a club on campus that is basically a juggling club although a few people also do tight rope and slack rope walking or other fun circus tricks. She grabs her favorite orbs and wants to give it a real go!
Catra learned to juggle because she was bored and Adora gave up. Adora begged for a set of soft cubes to learn to juggle and then got so frustrated that she couldn’t get it done quickly enough for her liking that she stopped. Catra found them and was just goofing around, but it was also a little bit of a “Wanna play N64 with me?” where your friend who ones the console is the only one who plays and you have to watch a little excited a little bored and a little frustrated that it’s never your turn. She gets decent at it and eventually starts juggling other things for shits and giggles, teaching herself through trial and error to juggle knives and eventually even use a whip. Adora was accepted to a private school and Catra never even applied to it. She ends up going to college because “it’s what you’re supposed to do” but she doesn’t know what she wants from it if anything. Catra learns there’s a juggling club and decides that she wants to do flaming torches and is wondering if there’s a fire eater who can teach her some tricks too.
Glimmer and Catra are what you would call frenemies. They are easily annoyed by one another but don’t actually hate each other. Despite not doing the same sort of juggling at all, they’re always trying to out do one another. Their friendly rivalry can get Intense at times but most of the club is just waiting to see what happens. 
Sea Hawk teaches Catra how to eat fire, so Glimmer demands to be taught as well. Perfuma teaches Glimmer slack line, so you bet your butt Catra decides to learn it too.
Eventually the whole club goes to do a performance at one of the small theaters tucked away on campus and Glimmer and Catra decide to do an act together where the whole thing is designed to look like they are seriously trying to sabotage one another but keep failing because of the other’s talents or obliviousness.
They have a grand ol’ time and when the performance is over Adora and Bow have bonded because THAT WAS AWESOME AND ALSO SO DANGEROUS BUT MOSTLY SUPER COOL!!
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angielalalu · 2 years
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xvx au where Venti gets lured into the woods by a bunny as a child and meets a mysterious young boy, playing with the forest animals. They quickly become friends and meet up every day, every summer after that.
However, as Venti grows older he starts to realise that his friend might not be quite as human as he first assumed.
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turianmailman · 2 years
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i only just now saw ur "duck finds out she's pregante" comic and i'm in TEARS literally in tears no thoughts head empty just that comic
Holds your paw and hands you a tissue
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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alpha-17 & ARC-77 | Fordo, ARC-77 | Fordo & Stec (Star Wars) Characters: ARC-77 | Fordo, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), two OCs that weren't supposed to show up and aren't technically plot relevant, Stec (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Whump, Angst (I guess), Alternate Universe, Magic, this is basically star wars but with magical jaig eyes, Jaig Eyes (Star Wars), this is my baby okay, i am very attached to this au, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Mandalorians (Star Wars), Clones, Let The Clones Say Fuck, i have literally no idea what i'm writing about :), No Beta We Die Like Everyone My Blorbos Care About Series: Part 1 of Jai'galaar Verda Summary:
Jaig Eyes are one of the highest marks of honour a Mandalorian can receive. They are symbolic for the strength and bravery of a shriek-hawk - a jai'galaar. But sometimes they were more than a symbol. Sometimes, the Jaig eyes would become more than just paint on a Mandalorian's helmet. Sometimes, they would hold the spirit of an actual shriek-hawk. But those times are over. There are few true Mandalorians left with the strength to wield them, and the last known '"jai'galaar verd" died years ago. There is no way a clone of all people would be the first to hold this ancient magic once more. Impossible. But... is it really?
[Aka - me finally daring to post my much beloved AU.]
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whysamwhy123 · 8 months
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Seeing as I'm not going to ever write it now due to Recent Events, I've decided to babble on here about this terrible idea I had for a big, elaborate comedy/crack fic. If I had been able to pull it off, I would have wanted to post it on either Halloween or April Fools Day because it's very much supposed to be dumb. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
Keeping with my inability to come up with good titles, it was tentatively called ''Who Killed Tony Khan? A Hookhausen Mystery!''. At a company party where most of the AEW roster are gathered, Tony's giving a speech where he makes a mean joke about Danhausen, who decides to curse him. Tony then promptly dies on the spot, so now everyone thinks Danhausen is a murderer, no matter how much he insists the curse wasn't supposed to do that. He swears he's innocent. But no one's convinced. Other than Hook, that is. Naturally, Hook wants to clear the name of the man he loves so he and Danhausen have to team up once again, put on their detective hats and try to figure out what really happened to their boss and who's the true culprit. So the whole fic would have been a goofy romp with these two looking for clues, interrogating their co-workers and slowly piecing together the mystery. Obviously, it's not gonna happen now - I probably wouldn't have written it anyway because I'm nowhere near talented or smart enough to write a compelling mystery, but given the Stuff That's Happened recently, the whole inciting incident to that story now seems a lot less goofy and a lot more...distasteful. Plus, the dumb joke I was going to make at the end as a way to Deus Ex Machina the conflict away wouldn't work at all now (if you're curious, DM me about it, but fair warning, it's probably not funny to anyone other than me. And it's outdated now, anyway.)
Also...there were gonna be so many cocaine jokes in this fic. Like, enough that you could have made a drinking game out of it...
The thing is though...I still really want to write some kind of Hookhausen mystery fic! I don't know why but I really like the idea of Hook getting dragged into a situation so out of his element (like solving a fucking murder case - not exactly something in his usual wheelhouse) but willingly throwing himself into it because he just has to clear Danhausen's name. Why, yes, Acts of Service is one of my love languages, how did you know? So the more extreme examples of that, the better!
Hell, maybe I go even more out there and make it some kind of Film Noir AU. Hook as this young but still hard-boiled private eye, roped into some strange criminal plot with a heavy supernatural twist, thanks to Actual Demon Danhausen. I don't know, I just love dumb stuff like that, feels like it could be fun to play around with *shrugs*
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rocknrollsalad · 16 days
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stranger things writers guild daily prompt: weed delivery
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😠 starglye | modern au | 987 words
🪻 steve has a bad day and argyle tries to make it better (even when steve is being a jerk)
🍕 content/trigger warnings: implied drug use
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[ 8:09 am ] I’ve been on the clock for nine entire minutes and I want to come home. Does no one do anything in this place?!
[ 9:09 ] Delivery truck canceled. No way this is going to affect my day. Smooth sailing from here on out
[ 12:45 ] Would you wait for me if I went to prison? Murder isn’t a long sentence, right? [ 12:46 ] Or would you like to come kill me? Death needs to happen and soon. I’m not picky anymore.
[ 1:37 ] A woman tried to speak to the manager because I asked her how her day was. She said that was private information and I must be some sort of pervert trying to learn that much about the customers
[ 2:00 ] No lunch break for old Steve today. Who needs food when I’m fueled by the spite of all of the ASSHOLES who come in here. Gluttony or some shit, right? [ 2:01 ] Two more hours left. Two more hours. Two more [ 2:05 ] 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
[ 3:52 ] I hate everyone and everything. [ 3:52 ] I ordered a pizza. If it gets there before I do, don’t eat anything. [ 3:54 ] If you eat so much as one pepperoni, I will absolutely lose it. Pack my car and go back to Hawkins.
[ 4:10 ] Sorry. I didn’t mean that.
Steve was obviously having a bad day. Argyle couldn’t relate. He loved going to work and seeing all the people that came in but maybe the customers were cooler at the pizza place. It was kind of hard to be mean when you were getting pizza.
Things couldn’t have been too bad, though. Pizza wasn’t Steve’s “feel better” food. He liked sweets. Ice cream, candies, and cookies from that one ghost kitchen that made shitty sandwiches. Pizza was probably a peace offering, which made Argyle feel special.
It made him want to do something for Steve too. Argyle’s day was great, he remembered to get the laundry from the washer into the dryer and got to spend the rest of the time playing video games. He didn’t deserve a feel-better pizza.
So, he texted a friend to call in a favor, sent another to his coworker to leave the pizza at the door, and went off on a walk. Steve needed something special and there wasn’t much Argyle could buy him that would help. Money wasn’t everything though.
It didn’t take long to “borrow” flowers from neighboring houses. By the time Argyle had walked the block, he had more than he could hold in his hand. Carefully selected flowers in a variety of colors and sizes were put together in a good-looking bouquet. There wasn’t a heart black enough to hate this.
Argyle was already mentally putting them in a soda bottle to sit in the middle of the table where they were supposed to eat meals. They never did, the couch was way more comfortable, but it made the house look grown up. Fresh flowers would really make it look grown up. Probably make it smell amazing too.
He must have been excited because Argyle managed to beat Steve and the pizza home. Following through on the mental plan, he readied up the flowers. Excitement building for how impressed Steve was going to be. He was definitely going to love this and Argyle couldn’t wait to show him.
The pizza beat Steve. Argyle listened to the orders and carried it right to the table. He didn’t even peek inside to see what it was though this likely wasn’t the time Steve decided to deviate from the norm.
Thankfully, Steve wasn’t very far behind the food. Looking like he fought a war to get him, Steve threw all his stuff on the ground and struggled to get his shoes off, grumbling the whole time. Argyle’s eyes bounced from the beautiful table of things to make Steve feel better and the grumpy man he dated.
“I gotta find a different job,” Steve said, blowing right past Argyle and to the fridge, looking at the shelves for a cure for capitalism.
“We can check for postings later,” Argyle encouraged. Motioning to the table, he grinned. “I got you something.”
Steve looked where Argyle’s hand directed him to. “I ordered that. You just took it from the guy.”
“No, look closer, man.”
The eye roll wasn’t necessary but Argyle decided not to say anything as Steve tried to figure out what he was looking for. Giving him a little help, Argyle leaned in towards the makeshift vase.
“Ah, weeds. Sweet. I love them,” Steve deadpanned, turning his attention back to the fridge and whatever mystery item he was looking for.
“I’m pretty sure some of them are real flowers.”
“Mrs. Carmen will kill you if she finds out it was you messing with her garden.” Settling on one of the cans of flavored water, Steve slammed the fridge closed and went to grab a plate. “She won’t,” Argyle said with a shrug. Enthusiasm leaked out of him and he didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t a way to make this better.
When Steve approached his dinner, Argyle reached out and pulled Steve against him. “You gotta let it go, dude. I mean, it’s how they win, right? Get you so bogged down you’re only thinking about work. Even at home.”
Steve fought relaxing, gripping tight to his anger and frustration. “It just sucked so bad.”
“Right on, yeah. It does that sometimes though. We got you good things, we’ll chill and watch movies, I don’t know, man. Don’t let ‘em ruin your night. And we got the best stuff, cool stuff here to make you forget about that shit.”
“Pizza and…flowers?” Steve said with a condescending laugh.
“I couldn’t afford a whole flower delivery.”
“So you went with a weed delivery service? Budget friendly.”
“Nah, that hasn’t come yet. I just went and picked those.”
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deadbaguette · 8 months
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Whagssgh I haven’t posted in ages but I have art in the trunk lmfao
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